Last night I woke in the night and realized that if I was not very careful I was going to burn myself out pretty quickly and lose the joy that I hope to get out of this project. I remembered that I have other objectives as well over the coming months (and years). I want to grow and develop spiritually as well as creatively. I need time to do both, time which is always in short supply. I want to take up my drawing and maybe even painting again. I haven’t picked up a pencil to draw in more years than I care to admit. I used to get such pleasure out of drawing and I want to get that back, if I can. I also need to keep exercising and as fit as I can, while I can. All these things are important and need a place in my life. I need to keep things in perspective.
So I am going to make this project into a kind of a photographic journal. Yes, I hope to include some photographs that I have worked hard on, to make them just right (or as right as I can). But I am not going to fret over each and every day if the photograph for that day is not a masterpiece. I will try to produce something that tells me (and anyone else who is interested or happens to pass by) something about my day.
So I got out my pencils and my paints and some of my old drawings (and tried a new one, just for fun) and found my sketch pads. This photograph shows some of these, with a very special paint box. This paint box belonged to my mother-in-law when she was a schoolgirl and it was given to Steven when he was in school. It must be 70 years old, or getting on that way. You would hardly believe it, to look at it. I began to use it in the 1990’s, myself.
This afternoon I went for a long walk with Steven in the bright cold and deep snow (using our snowshoes of course) and came back and had muffins and tea with a friend. Friends are always important in our lives. I will hopefully sleep well and look forward to a new and exciting day tomorrow. We never know what is waiting and I am looking forward to the days and the months ahead, with great anticipation.